The clear and delicate childish voice sounded particularly prominent in the quiet room. The boy's face showed an innocent and slightly nervous look, but the words he said sent shivers down one's spine.
"What did you... say?" Hearing those words, Zhaozhao froze in place and subconsciously turned her head to look at her shoulder.
She wasn't afraid of ghosts, but hearing such news out of the blue without any awareness on her part still gave her the creeps.
The boy wrinkled his little face, took two quick steps forward, and stood on tiptoe, pointing at Zhaozhao's left shoulder as he repeated seriously, "Right here. There's a little girl lying on your shoulder. She's still sleeping."
Well, this was seeing a ghost in broad daylight. Zhaozhao let out a long sigh. After the initial shock passed, she calmed down.
Thinking that as a demon, she had been scared by a ghost made her feel a bit embarrassed. It was really a disgrace to demons.
"Flame, ignite." Zhaozhao moved her hand, holding a talisman paper. She made a few strokes in the air on the paper, and it instantly caught fire. The burning flame illuminated this small area, and the firelight was reflected in Zhaozhao's dark pupils.
Against the backdrop of the flame, a little ghost appeared on Zhaozhao's left shoulder. It was a naked baby girl ghost, quietly lying on Zhaozhao's shoulder, sound asleep.
The boy let out a short scream, then quickly covered his mouth tightly as if realizing something. He looked at Zhaozhao apologetically.
"It's okay." Zhaozhao was amused by his reaction. She thought this child was cute and polite, and he had even helped her.
Zhaozhao stroked the little boy's head and then shifted her gaze to the little one on her shoulder.
She couldn't quite figure it out. Although it was just a little ghost, she was a demon. How could she not have noticed it at all when it was lying on her?
She carefully picked up the chubby little ghost. The little boy took off his small suit jacket and tugged at Zhaozhao's sleeve, seemingly wanting her to wrap the little baby spirit with it.
Looking at the naked little baby, Zhaozhao thought for a moment, took out a talisman paper, and pasted it on the baby's head just like they did to zombies in TV shows. Then she took the little boy's jacket and wrapped the baby in it.
She had to take this little ghost back to the Demon Management Bureau for investigation. A ghost this small didn't have the ability to leave this place alone, and for some reason, the ghost messengers hadn't taken her to reincarnation either.
By now, Zhaozhao, who had developed a sense of professionalism, very consciously took this matter upon herself. What was it called... Oh right! What the senior lop - eared rabbit said, serving the people!
"Kid, sister has something to do now. Can you take this little sister out?" She still had to go out and inform Nanjia. She couldn't just disappear without a reason while in this disguise, so for the time being, she could only entrust the little baby spirit to this little boy.
The little boy could see ghosts, so he must be a natural psychic.
Since he was psychic, he must have seen many ghosts, so it was unlikely to scare him.
The boy himself should also be aware of his extraordinary ability. He took the little baby spirit in his arms and was about to leave the way he came.
"Hey, wait." At a crucial moment, Zhaozhao suddenly called out to stop him. "Are you sure you'll be okay going down like this?"
Without waiting for the boy to answer, she pasted a talisman on the boy's back on her own.
"Let this talisman protect you. If you accidentally fall, it can hold you back."
The little boy hugged the baby spirit gratefully and bowed to Zhaozhao. "Thank you, pretty sister. You're a good person."
Zhaozhao didn't know what there was to thank for. She was the one asking for help, yet it seemed like the roles had been reversed.
However, the urgent situation didn't allow her to think too much. She gave the boy a few more instructions and then left in a hurry, lifting her skirt.
She wondered how Nanjia was doing.
After Zhaozhao left, the boy looked at the closed door, shook the little baby spirit in his arms, and flicked her forehead.
The baby spirit opened her eyes in an instant, looked at the boy, giggled, and reached out her hand.
The boy held her little hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, little one. Big brother will take you out of here soon."
Zhaozhao returned to the banquet. She saw that all the guests had stopped chatting and were listening intently to the rich businessman's speech. Nanjia was accompanying him on one side, and on the other side was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe and wearing a mask.
All the people listening below, except Zhaozhao, had excited expressions on their faces. They looked very eager and impatient.
The rich businessman finally finished his long - winded speech. When his last words fell, the crowd erupted.
"Let's start!"
"Finally..."
Every guest seemed very eager. The waiters distributed number tags to them. The rich businessman on the stage curled his lips in satisfaction.
The Taoist priest on the stage scanned the audience. When his gaze fell on Zhaozhao, he suddenly paused. He twirled the ring on his finger thoughtfully.
Nanjia had noticed Zhaozhao a long time ago. She walked down from the stage to Zhaozhao's side and used her eyes to ask about the situation.
Zhaozhao blinked her eyes, indicating that the task was completed.
"Let's go back now." Nanjia took Zhaozhao's hand and walked to the rich businessman. She said a few words in a foreign language that Zhaozhao didn't understand.
A look of worry appeared on the rich businessman's face. He lovingly patted Zhaozhao's shoulder, but this show of love seemed a bit perfunctory at this moment. He seemed to have something more urgent to do and absent - mindedly nodded.
Then Nanjia took Zhaozhao and left the club.
"Phew! It's so tiring to act!" Nanjia changed back to her own appearance, erased the real lady's memory, and hurriedly pulled Zhaozhao back to the Demon Management Bureau.
Zhaozhao still remembered the little baby spirit and told Nanjia that she wanted to pick up the little ghost, but Nanjia unexpectedly refused and put away her usual joking expression.
"No, Zhaozhao. We can find that baby spirit later, but we must go back to the Demon Management Bureau now and return what you got. Do you see that Taoist priest at the banquet? With him around, your puppet - control technique will soon be exposed. We can't let him catch up with us. Do you understand?" Nanjia grabbed Zhaozhao's shoulders and emphasized.
"Is he very powerful?" Zhaozhao asked.
"..." Nanjia didn't know how to explain it to her, so she dragged Zhaozhao and illegally used the teleportation array, traveling several miles away. "Sort of. That old guy is extremely powerful."
Since Nanjia said so, it seemed that he was really difficult to deal with. Zhaozhao could only silently apologize to the little boy in her heart, hoping that he wouldn't wait stupidly.
As compensation, she would help him deal with his psychic ability next time they met. It must be quite tormenting to always see ghosts.
"Humph, Nine - Tailed Fox." A voice suddenly rang out. The Taoist priest from the banquet just now descended from the sky and blocked their way. "Hand over the thing honestly, and I can let you go in peace."
"Damn it..." Nanjia rubbed her forehead in annoyance. This old guy came so fast!
Zhaozhao looked at the Taoist priest warily and asked Nanjia, "What should we do now?"
Nanjia sent a message and estimated the time for the reinforcements to arrive. She whispered, "Hold the line first."
Zhaozhao looked a bit surprised and counter - asked, "Are you sure?"
What was there to be unsure about? Nanjia nodded. "Of course."
"Okay..." Zhaozhao let out a breath. Duanhun was summoned, and she rushed forward with the sword in hand. "Then let's fight with all we've got!"